A Proper Date...

Now then, THAT was a proper date.

Went out with Emily last night.

It was everything that I could possibly want from a first date.

Casual drinks and conversation together in a Starbucks, pre-show.

The show was a delightful, light comedy piece that we both really enjoyed.

After the show, we went to the reception and I looked like a rockstar for covering the tab, knowing lots of people and for standing up to two different pushy bar employees with cool confidence.

As much as she enjoyed the total experience, Emily also found time to spend with me. We told "Embarrassing Gig" stories and talked about our future aspirations. She asked me a little bit about Kentucky. She's very gracious. Very smart about how she interracts with people. I felt well taken care of.

After dinner and a very few drinks, she allowed me to walk her home. The walk to her apartment was light and easy. I enjoyed this part, the most. The evening was cool and we walked past row after row of lovely brownstones, in our neighborhood. I had my hands in my pockets as we slowly shuffled along. There was no pressure for either of us to do anything other than enjoy the moment.

I dropped her off. She hugged me. I hugged her back. That was very nice. We made loose plans to get together again some time soon. Again, all very light and easy.

I cheerfully thanked her for a great evening and then walked away before I turned into a complete dipshit on the sidewalk in front of her apartment. I didn't want her to see on my face, how much I was mooning over her. I thought that might add too much pressure to her. So, I made a quick, charming escape.

She said, "I really had a great time tonight. We will have to get together again, some time soon. I will see you in class on Tuesday."

Acting on advice from Jenn, I'm resisting the urge to send a follow-up email or text. I won't work to set the next date or to try to begin a longer, casual conversation over email or cell. According to Jenn, I need to "let her come to [me], by giving her some room to miss [me], just a little bit." So, I'm enjoying the evening for what it was and letting things just "be as they are" and as much as I would like to see her... I'll just wait for that to happen, in it's own sweet time.

It seems to me to be a counter-productive way to get to know someone better... acting against one's instincts or expressing genuine affection that one feels, but I'm chalking all of that up to the inherent mysteries of women. Going out a long way, just to come back a short distance.

It was a great evening, though. Sitting out in the garden of the bar with her, talking theater and performance, with fountains around us and a slight, cool breeze was a highlight of the evening.

I really like this girl.

Cheers,
Mr.B